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We were staying in a beautiful tall detached house that was second from the end of a row of similar buildings squashed together in a densely populated part of the city. If you glanced up at the skylight over the … Continue reading →

It was a joyful experience of being carried high above everyone else through the Edinburgh New Town on the shoulders of my 8 feet tall university pal MH. Ten minutes later my world fell apart. When we reached my street … Continue reading →

My friendship with Belle was over, and it was all my fault. I invited two extra women that I barely knew to visit, even though Belle was meant to be my guest of honour. At the time we were also … Continue reading →

I noticed that my donation was still not on display several days after I left it for sale at the charity shop. In fact, it looked like the shop was possibly out of business. I was pretty sure that the … Continue reading →

Every time that we returned to our house there was further evidence of attempted break-ins. We knew that it was only a matter of time before we would come home to a crime scene. The day finally arrived when we … Continue reading →

The burglar worked his way around our room helping himself to bits and pieces from the dressing table and cupboards. Meanwhile our miniature schnauzer lay happily on our bed with his legs in the air, willing us to tickle him. … Continue reading →

Why was the bathroom window open? Why was the burglar alarm ringing? I looked up and caught sight of the man with the sledgehammer. His accomplice was right behind him. ‘Oh my God!’ muttered my husband under his breath. I … Continue reading →